Note- This is a re-write of an earlier story.

Phoebe pulled on a pair of bright red ankle socks, wincing on behalf of her fashion sense. Paige's colour preferences were not to her taste, to put it mildly. Peering into the mirror to do her hair, she inspected the colourful bruise spread across her right cheek. The demon she had fought the day before had surprisingly good aim. Straightening, she winced as her muscles twinged. She was going for a jog, to stop the muscles from stiffening further.

She hurried out of her room and towards the stairs, meeting a cranky Piper holding a steaming cup of coffee.

"Good morning Piper!" she said cheerily as she passed. Piper scowled at her darkly.

"It's too early to be good" her sister muttered into her coffee cup. Phoebe grinned as she hurried down the stairs, bumping into a sleepy Paige on the bottom step "Hey, Paige".

"Uh?" said her sister in a confused sort of way. Just my luck to have two un-morning people in the family thought Phoebe. Jogging down the street in the bright morning light, she breathed in the crisp morning air. The peace of early morning calmed her. Turning left, she went down an equally deserted side-street.

A faint crash reached her ears, and she paused. A muffled yelp and a deep growl echoed from the gap between two houses.

Stopping and going back, she saw a man grappling with something decidedly unhuman. Two curved horns jutted out of his brow, and his skin was an unearthly shade of violet. A knife appeared in its clawed hand, glinting dangerously.

"Hey!" she yelled out sharply. The demon turned quickly, eyes narrowed. The man stumbled away, disappearing around a corner at the far end of the alley. The demon glared at phoebe.

"You lost me my prey, lady." he bared his yellow teeth in an ugly smirk.

"Never mind. You'll do."

He leapt at her, blade flashing. She levitated before she realised what was happening. He stopped and stared at her, floating three metres above him. His face broke into a vicious grin.

"A witch, even better." He flung his knife at Phoebe's head. She rolled in mid air, and the knife clattered against the wall behind her. She dropped to the ground and threw a quick punch. He ducked and she kneed him in the stomach. Staggering backwards, the demon then launched himself forward into a new attack with a feral roar. He aimed three punches and she blocked them all, dodging the wild kick that followed. His claws tore into her shoulder; she flinched, then lunged forward and gave him a high kick to the chin.

The demon fell back.

Without warning, something smacked into the back of her head. Phoebe collapsed, pain lancing through her skull as it hit the concrete with a crack. Through the static that buzzed in front of her eyes, she saw the demon shimmer away. What hit me? she thought, her mind beginning to go foggy. She felt someone- or something- grab her arm before blackness seeped through her eyes...